Duck Penis Warfare
Yesterday I was walking to work – a course which takes me about 2,000 steps closer to something resembling health – when I passed, as per usual, a decorative pond known as Tower Lakes. This is something to do with it being located near the airport control tower.
As I said, yesterday I passed that usual way, and saw some ducks sitting near the pavement. Mostly drakes, but there was one hen as well. As I approached, one of the drakes mounted the unresisting hen and grabbed hold of her head to keep her still.
The top of her head was raw. Any more randy drakes and her brain would’ve been exposed.
As such, I suspect that rapists will be reincarnated after death as mallard hens. It only seems fitting.
However, this sight of nature raw and uncut reminded me of something I had read of on the intertubes, and as such I had to search for it again. All I had to go on was the mindworm phrase, “duck penis warfare”. Actually, it was the less mellifluous “duck genital warfare” that led to the relevant and mercifully antiseptic PloS ONE article, but we have to remember the sensationalised case of duck necrophilia that I can’t find info on right now, and also the remarkable case of the pelican that ate a pigeon. Do you really want your kids “going to feed the ducks” now?
Duck Penis Warfare. Coming soon to a punk rock joint near you.
Posted in Randomness (Dear Diary...,) by R Cruickshank 17/09/08 07:17 PM Tags: blog, evil, links, real life, zomg
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